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disputes is xa supernatural roleplay set in xsouthern
alaska, xxfeaturing xvampires, xwerewolves, xxand
witches, xand focusing on the relationships between
the groups xand xthe individuals belonging to them.

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On the banks of a river running north past Anchorage and towards the
wilds of Denali national park, sits the wintry town of Sitka Bay. xWhat
sets it apart from many other such Alaskan towns isxits small but long-
standing xsupernatural population. xHere live xthe werewolves of xthe
pack, xthe witches of xthe enclave, xand xthe vampires ofxthe coven,
alongside xthose few xthat fallxoutside of xthese groups. xThe witches
especially have xa long history of alliancesxwith either xwerewolves or
vampires, xwith xone such xexample xbeingx the witch xwho lives as a
member of the pack, xserving as their healer,x and another being the
witch who supplies xthe vampires with xthe charms andxtrinkets that
allow them xto walk under xthe sun. xBut each year, asxthe days grow
shorter and xthe roads become thick with snow, xthe winter tends to
test all bonds. xAs the supernaturals xget restless, xthe humans of the
town run the risk of unknowingly getting caught in the middle of their
disputes. xAs a result, xthe pack watches the coven withxa close eye,
and xxthe xcoven xbristles xunder xxtheir xunwanted xsurveillance...

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Humans make up the majority
of Sitka Bay's population, and
serve in many roles crucial to
the survival of xthe town over
the winter.xRemember to say
thank you xtoxyour local xfire
fighters and paramedics!

CAMBRI HARTONO
twenty-seven, female
physiotherapist
played by senna_

ASTORIA OKORO
thirty-seven, female
accountant
Consulting_Angel

JULIETTA CASTILLO
twenty-six, female
nurse at sitka med.
played by ꜱᴀʟᴇᴍ.

MITCHELL OSBOURNE
thirty-four, male
psychiatrist
played by kits

DACIANA HALE
twenty-five, female
desk job, city hall
played by `silver

MALAKAI HARROWAY
thirty-two, male
animal shelter
played by azhefa.

ARNO WILLIAMS
twenty-eight, male
bartender at Sam's
played by འབྲོག་ཁྱི

CALLIOPE KEATING
twenty-four, female
book store owner
Consulting_Angel

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The pack has existed inxSitka
Bay for a very long time,xbut
has xxbecome xless xand xless
hierarchical over time. What
remains of the more complex
past xxpack xstructurexxare
mostly the roles of the leader
and their second in command,
the beta. As the pack has be-
come xmore integrated xinto
the community of xSitka Bay,
most xof xxits xmembers xno
longerxhold xany xspecialized
titles xwithin xthexpack,xand
are xsimply called xmembers.
In its xless xtraditional form,
the xpack xalso xallows xsome
loners on their turf,xalthough
they arexexpected to adhere
to xthe pack's rules,xand are
oftenxxencouraged xto xjoin.
They xconsider xxthe xtown's
humans xtoxbe xunder xtheir
protection,xand thus tend to
have xa hostile xview xof xits
vampires, regardless of their
dietary xchoices. xThe xpack
occupies xa largexcabin xjust
outside xof xthe xmain town.

RAHUL ZAMAN
twenty-seven, male
werewolf
pack member
played by Foe Paw

MITSUNAGA HITOMI
twenty-eight, female
werewolf
outsider/loner
played by mtuan,

YAN AN
twenty-seven, male
witch
pack healer
played by n

NAME SURNAME
age, gender
werewolf
outsider/loner
played by P0stHum4n

SASHA RIDLEY
forty, female
werewolf
pack beta
played by guh-huh!

JUDAH HAN
twenty-four, male
werewolf
pack member
theeoutlawfaleena

ENNIS SCOTT
thirty-four, male
werewolf
pack leader/alpha
played by འབྲོག་ཁྱི

NELL WALKER
twenty-four, female
werewolf
pack member
played by gollygeegolly

MATEO DELAROSA
twenty-nine, male
werewolf
ex-pack member
played by senna_

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The coven is the largest allied
group of vampiresxwithin the
town of Sitka Bay. While some
vampires drink from humans,
and xothers choosexto sustain
themselves withxanimal blood,
the covenxhas xconnections to
the Sitka Bayxmedical center,
which xgives them accessxto a
steadyxsupply of xblood bags.
They do soxin order xto avoid
consequences xfrom xthe local
werewolves, but as the winter
goes on, xmany vampiresxfeel
increasingly drawn to sources
of xfresher, xwarmer xblood.
In recent years, the townxhas
also xattracted xa xhandful of
vampires xunaffiliated xxwith
the coven, and it is a point of
contention xamong xboth xthe
pack xand xthe coven whether
the xfeedings ofx these loners
should xbe xxconsidered xthe
coven's xconcern. xThexcoven
occupies xan xupscale xapart-
ment building, one of the only
of its kind, in the very center
of the town.

ARANT "CYRUS" OJEDA
20s (300+), male
vampire
coven member
played by `silver

NAME SURNAME
age, gender
vampire
outsider/loner
played by P0stHum4n

KENNEDY KAHNG
24 (104), male
vampire
coven member
played by n

KEIRAN SONG
24 (89), male
vampire
outsider/loner
theeoutlawfaleena

LUCREZIA MORVANI
26 (400+), female
vampire
coven member
played by nymx

VIOLET SLOAN
29 (190), female
vampire
coven member
played by ꜱᴀʟᴇᴍ.

ISMAYA DHARMA
25 (unknown), male
vampire
coven leader
played by st. serpent

WADE IRONS
39 (183), male
vampire
coven member
played by འབྲོག་ཁྱི

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"Witch" xis xa xgender neutral
termxgenerally xused to refer
to xanyone with xmagical abil-
ities, xregardless of xwhether
they possess a more tradition-
al form of control over magic,
orxcan xsimply ximbue xitems
with xbasic charms, xor brew
healingxconcoctions. xOutside
of xbeing x influenced xxby xa
witch's xspells or charms,xthe
nature xof x both xwerewolves
and vampiresxseems xto repel
innate xmagic, xmeaning xthat
if xa witch werexto be turned
into xeither xof xthese,xxthey
would xlose xall magical ability.
Some have xtried xto increase
their power in such ways, only
to xexperience xa xmajor loss.
Thex enclave xis xmore xstrict
about xmagic xuse on xits turf,
and xhas ruled thatxall witches
must xbe xunderxits authority,
making xonly occasional excep-
tions, such as xthe werewolves'
healer, and the coven's ally. All
others using magic in Sitka Bay
are treated as fugitives.

NAME SURNAME
age, gender
witch
enclave member
strawberry-milk

SERENA BAILEY
twenty-seven, female
witch
fugitive witch
♥Princess of Lions♥

JEON RI-WOO
twenty-seven, male
witch
enclave advisor
played by mtuan,

LOGAN GREEN
twenty-eight, male
witch
vampire coven ally
played by gollygeegolly

EVERETT DEVERAUX
twenty-eight, male
witch
enclave advisor
Consulting_Angel

WAYNE SUMMERLAND
twenty-nine, male
witch
enclave member
played by guh-huh!

BILLIE MORLOCK
thirty-one, nonbinary
witch
enclave leader
played by gollygeegolly

ELAINE HARROWAY
twenty-eight, female
witch
enclave member
played by azhefa.

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witches, xand focusing on the relationships between
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writers. :> xvii. bullying/rudeness is unacceptable, don't do it
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut the snow has swallowed up our little town

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tagging; open!!
mentioned; none
location; sam's bar
twenty-eightx⋅xcismale, he/himx⋅xhuman

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The sun had already begun to set — in spite of it only being the afternoon — and cast a blue tint across the snow blanketing every surface in sight. Arno heaved the overstuffed bags of trash into the bear-proof bins behind Sam's bar, then skittered back inside like a cartoonishly tall rabbit before his fingers could freeze and snap off like icicles. He stamped his boots at the threshold to avoid tracking snow all across the floor, knowing he was the one who would have to mop up all the puddles at the end of the day. The warm, golden glow of the bar made it seem like the sole sanctuary in the bitter cold, and people were already trickling in through the front doors — maybe in search of a really late lunch or an early dinner. The short days could really mess with your schedules, but he supposed most of those who lived in Sitka Bay year-round would probably adjust soon. The comforting scent of the bar washed over him, with its notes of wood, sap, and smoke, all underlined by the smell of food coming from the kitchen and the tang of alcohol ingrained into every surface. The interior was all mid-toned wood and leather seats, which somehow maintained a sense of brightness even in the darkest days of winter. The walls were covered in photographs and mementos, including an old, lone ski hanging above the bathroom door.

indentindentFrom one corner near the back, Hugo the stuffed bear greeted Arno with his stuck-in-place roar and raised front paws tipped with dagger-like claws. Back in the shiny days after college and before his big — if eventually short-lived — break in Fairbanks, Arno had worked in the exact same place, and they had spent a lot of beer-fumed nights putting different stupid hats on Hugo until some of the fur on the top of his head had rubbed off, leaving him with a bald spot evocative of middle age. Fortunately, it wasn't visible from down below, or they might have gotten in a whole lot of trouble, because Hugo had lived at Sam's for almost as long as Sam's had existed. Few of Arno's old buddies still lived in town, which had turned out to be both a good and a bad thing. It meant having to tell less people that he had lost the job he had left Sitka Bay for and been dumped by his girlfriend almost all in one go. But it also meant having less people to commiserate with over a beer.

indentindentArno slid behind the bar and took down a few orders for the kitchen, before the languid pace of the afternoon left him idle again. He had already chalked the day's specials onto the blackboard, as if they didn't serve some kind of moose burger every single day of the week. While he waited for the kitchen, he pulled one of the newspapers on the countertop towards himself to eye through the headlines. The ferry had closed for the winter weeks ago. The roads had closed overnight, when they had gotten more snow than anyone knew what to do with. That was it, then. They were at the mercy of the plane that would come around every once in a while to deliver mail and drop off some perishables. Frankly, Arno didn't know of anyone else in town that would fork over the cash to pay for a cauliflower with its personal plane ticket, but the owner of Sam's seemed set on serving vegetable gratin in the winter months each year.

indentindentAlthough Arno had experienced the road closures every year of his childhood and then again after college, it hadn't been his plan to return to Sitka Bay, and so they seemed particularly claustrophobic now. It wasn't as if he had anything lined up outside of town, but what if... No, he would have been stuck here whether the roads closed or not. Nonetheless, the uneasy feeling stuck around, and he pushed the paper back into place, out of sight, to avoid getting stuck in a loop of reading those same headlines over and over again. Luckily a bell rang in the kitchen, inviting him to take a few warm plates over to the tables. One of the booths was occupied by a student alternately parsing out the homework set before them, and glancing at their phone, likely hoping for some miracle that would re-open the roads and allow them to get back to campus. Arno left them with a plate of food and a tip about groveling with the pilot for a seat on the plane the next time it took off. It was a long shot, but he had pulled it off once as a student, when he had gambled by staying another night in town and lost miserably.

indentindentIt really hadn't been Arno's plan to be living in his dad's old bachelor pad at twenty-eight, but at least it wasn't his former childhood home — that might have been too embarrassing of a fall for him to recover from. Then again, his dad's old cabin had been nice enough once he had cleared it out, with a kitchen-living room downstairs and a loft bedroom upstairs. ...Even if the kitchen table smelled like chewing tobacco, and the wooden walls were very rustic in comparison to the apartment he'd had in Fairbanks. Well, his ex-girlfriend's apartment. Really, he should have sold the place after his dad's funeral, but some small voice in the back of his head had told him to wait a little. And then the company had laid off a bunch of people, including himself, in order to close that branch entirely.

indentindentArno hadn't had to wonder for long how they were doing without his dad at the wildlife service, because about a week back in town and he had met most of his old man's colleagues by chance. Sitka Bay could feel even smaller than it really was sometimes. So much so that he had been embarrassed to call them one night, when he had turned on the porch lights and caught a glimpse of two shining eyes staring back at his cabin from the woods on the other side of the road. Instead, he had just lain awake for most of the night, wondering if he was going to be mauled the moment he stepped out of the door in the morning. That hadn't happened, even if he had embarrassed himself by stepping out clutching a thermos as if it were a weapon that could have saved him in the event of an animal attack.

indentindentWhen Arno had been a young child, he had been convinced that there was something more living in Sitka Bay than his fellow human beings. He wasn't really certain what that other might have been, only that it was a frightening creature which would appear one day to eat him. Growing up had revealed to Arno that he'd merely had an overactive imagination about the wild animals that were common around his hometown — wolves, bears, and the sort. The kinds of things one shouldn't have been surprised to see when living in Alaska. It might have been the stories his father had come home with, about all kinds of incidents involving the wildlife in the woods that surrounded Sitka Bay, but that had just been his job. Or it could have been the obsession Sitka Bay seemed to have with bear-related imagery. Arno hadn't met Hugo the bear until after he had developed some common sense, but the big wooden bear perched on the roof of the visitor center had terrified him as a small child.

indentindentBy the time evening came around, Sam's felt like a world of its own. The space had filled with friendly voices and upbeat conversation, accompanied by a tune from the jukebox and the crackling of the fireplace in the other room. A game of pool had gathered quite a crowd, and Arno found himself wishing that he wasn't going to get punched that night. One of his cheeks still stung with the memory of stepping in to break up a brewing fight between some guys who had gotten a bit too rowdy, only to catch a swinging fist. A local trooper had made the guy apologise the next day, and it had been embarrassing for the both of them!

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location sitka bay streets // mood tired, satisfied // tag(s) open

the snowfall reminded him of how long he had left this little, cold corner of the world

the last time maya stepped foot in the quaint little town of sitka was many, many months ago, too long a time for his own comfort. back then, it was summer. the air was warmer than usual, the sun hovering a few hours longer in the daytime, and many of maya's local miners could be seen buckling in a drunken stupor out of sam's. but now, as maya looks at the gentle snowfall dusting the atmosphere a velvety white through his jet's porthole windows, he knew that life in sitka will be much slower than during the last time he visited

the sleek, black private jet primed its position on the apron, gently pausing to a halt on the snow-dusted tarmac not unlike a black swan smoothly taking rest on the water's surface. the intensive hum of the machine dropped to a more gradual purr, signaling that it was time for maya to go. he pulls his phone from the glossy wooden table across from him, browsing through emails and answering his on-site mining manager, who has updated him on the recent slowdown in block 117's production due to the rising thickness of the snow. it seems like this year's snowfall and its foreseeable intensity will strike block 117 uncharacteristically hard, with drilling operations screeching to a halt due to frozen soil, fuel consumption rising above its natural average to ensure sufficient heating of sensitive equipment, increased machinery downtime, and not to mention the inevitable decline in the performance of block 117's miners

arduous as they are, maya didn't — and has never — come unprepared when it comes to dealing with these operational challenges. he has ensured that all of noble veins llc's major investors and stakeholders are aware and understanding of these circumstances. and most importantly, maya himself has spoken to the major offshore refineries relying on block 117's gold supplies, reminding them that these operational delays do not call for the imposition of liquidated damages, considering they have sufficient gold ore to honor their part of the deal, making it clear that maya is keen on protecting noble veins' interests when push comes to shove

"we're 75% done with winterising all the essential equipment, sir. the storage has also been repaired for the oncoming snow. we're expecting to finish winterisation at the latest within 66 hours from now," the on-site mining manager said. even through maya's phone, he could still hear the howling winds coming from the other end, periodically cutting off the manager's speech

"very good. ensure that the storage is well heated too. we don't want to risk thickening the hydraulics like last year," maya responded as he shifted through the papers on the table in front of him, slipping them into tidy folders. "and our people?"

"ah... that's the thing, sir," the manager breathed a heavy sigh, almost as heavy as the winds on-site, as if he had been waiting for maya to ask this question ever since he picked up the call. "they're worried. our staff, i mean. especially the juniors. they haven't been with you for a long time, sir, so... they're worried that... you know..."

if it wasn't obvious enough, maya had little to no patience for indirect conversations, especially when it came to his work. "spit it out, william" maya snapped. on the other end of the line, the mining manager cleared his throat awkwardly. "they're worried you'll cut them off"

maya stood up from his seat and breathed a similarly deep sigh. he looked over to his side to see his chauffeur approaching him with an open and gloved hand. maya passed over his black, glossy leather briefcase to him with a small "thank you," the latter dipping his head slightly before going down the steps of the jet to maya's waiting car

"i won't. i still have my use for them" maya said, draping his signature black fur overcoat on his shoulders, giving the pinstripe black suit that he was wearing underneath an even more luxurious atmosphere. "you've seen the forecast, haven't you, william? the snow will indeed get worse. roads will be blocked off, and god knows people in town will have a hard time dealing with the snow buildup"

the on-site manager answered in the affirmative

"... but do you know why i prioritised maintenance on our snowplows and loaders?" maya said, almost rhetorically. william, the on-site mine manager, stayed silent for a while before answering. "you're planning to... lease them? to someone?"

maya nodded, as if william could see his approval through the phone screen. "to sitka's public works department and surrounding cities, of course. i've talked to them, and they all agree on our terms to lease our deicing equipment strictly on a wet rental basis," maya continued. "that means all the junior staff will still have work to do. they'll help deice sitka and other nearby places whilst you and the senior mining and technical staff deal with block 117 during its slowdown"

maya finally stepped off the airstairs and onto sitka airport's tarmac. his eyes drifted over the surrounding ocean, its cold waves lumbering and rushing in a lethargic, perpetual sequence, as if they too were slowing down in unison with the townspeople's daily schedules. maya breathed in the cold air, again realising how long he'd been away. "any more concerns, william?" maya asked, making his way to his car — a classic and opulent bentley s3 continental flying spur, coloured black with heavily tinted windows, making a sharp contrast to the pale atmosphere. as william answered in the negative, maya sent a polite "thank you" and a request to update him on other technical disturbances, should any arise

the interior of maya's car was as classic and glossy as its exterior, with shiny wooden frames and warm leather cushions helping dissolve the wintry winds outside as maya entered the vehicle, settling down in the backseat with his legs crossed. taking sight of maya's usual sharp nod, the chauffeur drove the car away to sitka bay in an elegant glide. maya leaned back and pulled his phone again, noticing that his texts to cyrus — ranging from: "how are things up there?" "i'll be landing today." "on the way from manhattan. see you soon." "i've landed, tell me if you're free today" — were all unanswered. maya breathed heavily, almost throwing his phone on the seat. "do i have to do everything myself..."

maya's chauffeur glanced at the rearview mirror, offering maya a polite smile. "i would assume it was a long flight, mr. van den berg?" he said. maya responded with a small smile and then a nod, placing his right elbow on the car's windowsill and resting his right cheek on his hand, his dark brown eyes tracing the snow-stained trees in a blurry combination of white, brown, and dark green. "if it's any comfort, i've prepared your drink for today, sir. it's in the chiller" the chauffeur said, giving a glance at the modified black chiller tucked in between the backseat next to maya

maya slightly widened his eyes and almost instinctively opened the chiller, where two silver flasks were eased into ice cubes. the fur-coated man pulled one from its icy chamber, closing the chiller and twisting open the flask

immediately, the familiar thick metallic scent escaped from the container. the dark and viscous liquid inside was one maya knew all too well. as he took a deep breath of it, he returned to lean back on the car seat. "thank you, alder, as always" maya said, feeling the growing weight on his shoulders slowly disappear as the metallic fragrance filled up the entire backseat in a macabre flow. the chauffeur answered with a proud nod as the black vintage bentley finally passed through sitka's familiar welcome sign dusted in the evening light (or lack thereof), greeting not only the fresh snowfall but also the arrival of one particular vampire

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tagging; open!!
mentioned; rahul, hera, maya
location; the trees,,, > pack house
thirty-fourx⋅xcismale, he/himx⋅xwerewolf

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The landscape was a vast desert of pure white, populated only by the black bodies of the trees, and the green scribbles of evergreen needles hanging out from underneath their snowy cloaks. Wind stirred the spires of the spruces overhead, sending down-like flakes of snow drifting through the air. Ennis shook out his black scruff, then continued peering ahead, where the ground sloped gently down towards the frozen river and the town of Sitka Bay could be seen spreading out across the other shore. He was wading through the deep snow, carving a painstaking crevasse into the silky drifts in order to keep moving forward. The weather reports tended to exaggerate in favour of overestimating the oncoming weather, but the storm overnight had been as bad as promised. They were stranded now, until spring could inch closer. His patrol of the town's borders had brought up no new crossings, but he hardly trusted his own findings: the heavy layer of snow could have hidden many things, scents or tracks. It wouldn't have been the first time someone daring had used the cover of a storm to move unnoticed.

indentindentHe turned a little to the right in order to remain cloaked against the dark shapes of the trees before starting to make his way down the slope. Sometimes the stark colour of his coat could be a bother, and he couldn't risk being seen by someone in town as a solitary black dot weaving down the white hillside. Patrolling alone hadn't been the wisest decision either, but he had needed some time to cool off. The night before, he had dared suggest to Rahul that his closeness to a witch was a risk to the pack. Ennis might have phrased it differently, somewhat curtly as was often his way, and Rahul had been upset enough at his words to launch himself at Ennis. He had defended himself, and managed to subdue the other, but only by the skin of his teeth. The fight had been too close for comfort, and he couldn't risk another. Losing would have meant humiliation, but to have fought at all might have spread dissent in the pack, or left one of the participants severely injured, and they couldn't afford either in the dead of winter.

indentindentDifficult days were ahead, and Ennis was just patient enough not to gamble their ability to defend the town for the sake of a rematch with someone he did not trust all that much. Love of his own kind was one thing, and had spared Rahul the fate of being pushed out of the pack, but it didn't mean Ennis had unwavering confidence in each and every one of them. Thus, all the scrap had seemed to accomplish were two bruised egos, and another potent strand of tension between himself and Rahul. The man spent far too much time in the place of neutral territory, the White Crow. Ennis didn't believe any such thing existed, or could exist. Even if neutrality were possible, what was it good for? Giving away information about the pack's plans and movements? Becoming loyal to someone he shouldn't have? It was safe to say that Ennis didn't spent all his days hanging about the White Crow, and showing his face there would probably have tested its patrons' understanding of neutrality. Showing his face anywhere right now might have caused a shock — Rahul had landed a few good hits. He could feel them sting each time he moved his face, not to mention the overall soreness of his body.

indentindentGusts of wind had swept the ice covering the river bare, and the snow subsided the closer he came to shore, until he was balancing his paws on the large, dark rocks of the riverbank. He stepped on the ice where the twisting landscape would conceal his crossing from any curious onlookers. It was sturdy enough to carry the bulk of his wolf, and he had confirmed as much when he had crossed the other way at dawn, then cloaked by the lingering darkness. The wind would soon carry away the prints he left in the thin dusting of snow. Some days the ice would hum or creak under his footsteps, but all he heard today were his claws clicking against the hard surface. When he had been younger and idly entertaining the thought of what manner of alpha he would have been, he might have demanded total trust from his pack. Working with anyone you could not vouch for without hesitation would have seemed impossible back then. He had been a loner. Actually becoming a leader had shown him that things were often more complicated. You tried to keep those you did trust nearby, and kept the rest around because you had no choice. It was how things often went.

indentindentEnnis hauled himself back up the rocky edge of the riverbed, then cut back into the woods where he was once again trudging in deep snow, until the dirt road curved around. Someone had clearly been through with a plow, because the road had been razed flat, leaving steep banks of snow on either side. It made things somewhat easier for Ennis, and after a quick look around, he shifted back into his human shape. On a surface of packed snow, he didn't have to worry so much about leaving behind a trail of wolf prints turning into boots. With his hands in his coat pockets, he began to walk along the road, away from the direction of the town and toward the pack's house, which wasn't all that far. On his way out that morning, he had stopped at a diner in town for breakfast, which he hadn't had at the house to avoid bumping into Rahul in the kitchen, and it had been dark then. It was light now, and would be so for perhaps an hour or two more. Although he knew most of the people in town, and they knew him, he'd been forced to make an unpleasant effort to not look so sullen that morning, because his bruised face must have been frightening enough already. Hence the decision to return to the house.

indentindentEvening came, and Ennis felt as if his troubles had grown twice their size. The news had reached him that Dharma had returned to Sitka Bay for the winter — his car was unmistakable, as was his private jet, and the opulent clothes of the man himself. Ennis didn't have the resources to track someone once they were outside of Sitka, and so the arrival had been an unpleasant surprise. Dharma hadn't been seen in town for months, and he had naively hoped that he would stay away, regardless of what that might have meant for the coven or the behaviour of its members. Sitting on the worn sofa in the living-room of the house he had grown up in, Ennis felt useless at the thought of trying to go against someone who wielded that much power and influence. It was as if his hometown was slowly being swallowed up by a dark cloud, armed with mines and companies, and he could only watch. It didn't matter how many jobs Dharma had created in town, when few of his employees could have known that they worked for a vampire. A literal vampire. What would happen if he were to decide that those humans were more useful as bloodbags instead?

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.. 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈-𝐖𝐎𝐎. 𝙒𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙄'𝙈 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙏 !!
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(misc.) i swear this
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The ruckus of absolute chaos leaves The White Crow in shambles, the hollers of a man (boy) with too much to say, another right in tow.

It's hilarious, really. How disorganized both men could be.

"OH KENNEDYYYYYYY~" A sing-song voice echoes through the bar with zero regard for the poor patrons that happened to be seeking a quiet evening... Blah, it's a bar anyway. What's a bar without a little action?

He's dressed in full casual wear, the tall man. Some pair of trousers and a bomber jacket to pair. And maybe too many accessories that dangled from his neck and wrist, chains and charms- so clearly, Lyndon of... eccentric tastes.

But most notable of them all is the lopsided smirk hanging off his lips, far too devious to be innocent; it's like a lightbulb that's gone off in the man- er, boy- 's head. And when Lyndon's got ideas, they were never good ones

"You forgot to pick up your oranges from me today- I got forty pounds of em here!" Well. A bit of an exaggeration, maybe. There's a forty pound case in the back of his car, just waiting to be disposed of somehow. Before they spoiled with the weather.

In his arms, however, Lyndon's only carried a little basket, full of them. Bright orange, ripe, and hefty lil spheres. And no, he wasn't interested in handing out the oranges like candy to the poor men and women who were about to witness the greatest battle of their lives- that would be far too easy. They were getting more than enough with the show, anyway. A live performance, what more could one ask for?

Rather, the man takes a heavy one into the palm of his free hand, giving the poor fruit a gentle toss in the air, as if to feel for the weight, before offering it a solid throw; right in the direction of poor Kennedy. "Can't believe you didn't want em, I coulda sworn you were into oranges!" And another one is launched immediately after, crashing through a glass on the table, someone's drink unfortunately splashing onto the floor like waterworks.

"Ya know, it almost feels like you're ditching me~. And that hurts my feelings, it's not very nice of you to ditch your good ol' buddy ol' pal-." And another is out of Lyndon's hands.

Three oranges down─

A solid thunk.

Victory.

There's a raucous cackle, follows immediately after, Lyndon's head tilted back with a laugh.

Mirth swims in his gaze, having watched the fruit bounce right off of the side of Kennedy's head like some oversized ping pong ball. It looked light when its trajectory redirected. Or maybe Kennedy's head was just empty. (While Lyndon decides it's the latter, he's entirely unjustified and downright rude for the assumption, to be clear.) And so the orange bounced off like his head was hollow. (Sorry, Kennedy.)

"HAH- Loser!" Because, ah- yes. The advisor for the Enclave has resorted to 5 year old arguments for the sake of arguing.

... Billie and Everett wouldn't mind... right?

It's for a good cause! A great cause, even.

Too busy gloating, gleeful and distracted, Lyndon only very narrowly dodges an incoming, bruised citrus. It came by so close that the witch could smell the strong acidic scent and the whirr of the air being disturbed around him was all too apparent. The fruit was flying way too fast- screw you and your vampiric superstrength-!

He gasps, "Hey-", as another comes soaring across the bar in Lyndon's general direction. "Oh, it's so on now-"

Hurriedly, Lyndon pulls another orange out of his basket and catapults the poor fruit into the air, sending the poor thing with wild intent towards Kennedy.

More come his way and more are sent right back- momentarily, Lyndon wonders if he'll be able to get away with a little magic─

Thunk.

"Ow- when I get my hands on you, twilight sparkle!"